HP's Foreign Land

Hasler did not return home, he told everyone that he was going to wait until the world champion was produced before leaving.

"Chairman Sturlusson intends to come to watch the championship finals, and I will return to Heidegerak with him at that time." Hassler watched Heimdall say these words, in fact, he was indirectly addressing the sea Mdar revealed his father's recent schedule.

Heimdall nodded with a smile.

Victor frowned inwardly. It seemed that Rommel still felt uncomfortable. If he didn't find someone to watch over him and take good care of Rigg, he would feel uncomfortable!

In the future, Rieg will inevitably come into contact with the affairs of the Sturlusson family. Although he himself is not very interested, and Rommel will follow him, there should be someone around him to help him, remind him, or simply act as a shield .Although Gustav is a businessman, the businessman's social circle is quite complicated, as is the case with the Krum family.

Hassler is indeed a very good candidate. On this point, Victor very much agrees with Rommel's vision.I have stayed in a big family, although it is not long, but the twists and turns inside are all too clear.

Hasler is not the orthodox heir of the Klaus family. He only recognized his ancestors with his father when he was eleven or twelve years old. In addition, he is a side branch. The people of the Klaus family will definitely not treat him differently, because he has passed The best age for brainwashing, with his own thoughts and ideas, such a person is even less worthy of the Claus family's effort to cultivate, so it is relatively easy for Hassler to leave the family, and he is not too embarrassing.

If this matter were put on Adam Krauss, what would happen.

Thinking of this, Victor sincerely rejoiced that the decision makers of the Claus family had brainwashed their next head so thoroughly, otherwise, in terms of net worth alone, two Victors would not be worth it.

After all, Victor was still anxious about his limited abilities. If Rommel was assured of him, he would not try to pave the way for Rieger, at least not in such a grand manner.To the Sturlusons he was nothing but an outsider.

Heimdall noticed that his boyfriend's eyebrows and eyes were a little sad, so he grabbed his hand and said, "What's the matter? Are you uncomfortable?"

Seeing Heimdall's concerned expression, Victor's depressed mood suddenly soared.

Rieger is the most important thing to do when you think so much. Only by grasping the present can you actively imagine the future, otherwise it will be empty talk.

"Do you really plan to spend the summer vacation with me?" Victor certainly wants to spend the vacation with his sweetheart, but, "Quidditch training takes a long time and is very boring, and the selection of candidates can't be decided in a day or two. Cousin, let's live together, besides, I may not be selected yet."

Heimdall propped his chin with his hands, "It's not too late, but I'm already starting to think I'm annoying."

Victor couldn't help laughing out loud with his pretended mournful expression, and he grabbed him and gnawed him twice before giving up.

"As long as you don't find me annoying." Victor said tenderly.

Heimdall's heart fluttered, he looked left and right in a pretentious manner, and then leaned closer and said softly, "Arnar sent a formal invitation letter, hoping that I will go to his house to play after the holiday."

"You don't want to go?" Victor knew him, and he wouldn't say such things if he had nothing to do.

"I don't want to go." Heimdall nodded. "I thought they were relatives anyway. They seemed, should, and might have a good relationship. It's not good to just make up a reason to shirk it. It would not look good in case of being smashed, so I just wanted to tell him about it."

"You can do it as you see it." Victor was calm on the surface, but his heart was not at peace. Rigg seemed to be discussing family matters with him.

"I think this reason is sufficient." Heimdall was confident.

Victor just laughed.

Heimdall picked up the book seriously, and raised his eyebrows in a pretentious tone: "Don't worry too much, of course you are more important than him."

Wick laughed, and grabbed him again and gnawed him vigorously.

In the evening, everyone sat around the long table for dinner. Duncan, Bernick and other veterans of the school team were also there. The atmosphere at the dinner table was very happy. UEFA Cup.

As for tomorrow's game, no one seems to remember.

Heimdall is reading a book, but it is not a textbook, but a love novel recommended to him by Susan Burns, which is said to be the top ten classic books selected by readers from all over the world.

According to Susan Bones, Heimdall should balance work and rest. Reading those textbooks and tutorials all day will make people look stupid. I really don’t like sports, so it’s good to read some idle books and take a break.

Ms. Bones couldn't stop the car when it came to romance novels. She looked like an expert who had more say than you, and she regarded Heimdall as her confidant. God knows, Heimdall only read the one that was said to be very good. best-selling book.

When she brought the recommended book to Heimdall, she babbled uneasy: "Everyone doesn't take romance novels seriously, but romance novels are much more useful than textbooks. I mean usefulness in life. People who read books can Knowing the local customs and customs, the living conditions of the local wizards through love stories, it’s like going on a trip by yourself... Can textbooks do this?” Speaking of which, he raised his chin in disbelief, acting like a spokesman for a love story .

Heimdall really didn't know how to answer this, so he just kept silent.

Because there is a competition today, all elective courses except the main courses are suspended, and the professors of the main courses have not assigned after-school homework. Read the novels recommended by Burns to pass the time.

After eating, Draco took out his notebook, which contained the progress chart of the Education Committee. Draco looked at it carefully for a while, and then asked Heimdall, "Are you familiar with Muggle things?"

Heimdall looked over in surprise: "It's so strange that you would ask this question?!"

Draco curled his lips in displeasure: "Muggle studies also need to compile textbooks, I don't know anything..."

Draco didn't pay much attention to the course itself, and he certainly wouldn't take it next school year, his displeasure was based on his ignorance.

Heimdall seemed to understand a bit, and tentatively asked, "Is Miss Granger very active?"

Draco's displeasure became more obvious, "She is a Muggle-born, she should know what she should, what is there to be proud of!"

It seems that he feels that he is being compared, especially when the other party is... just like the Muggle-born wizard he said, and what makes it worse is that she is still a Gryffindor.

Heimdall pressed down the corners of his raised lips: "Since you know why she is active, what else should you care about?"

Draco grimaced and said nothing.

"What do you want to ask?" Heimdall changed the subject.

Draco couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief, admitting to others that he was inferior was still very depressing, even though it was Rigg.

Maybe the Education Committee intends to compile the new Muggle studies textbook into a brick book similar to Cihai. Each name is arranged in alphabetical order, and there is a thick pile of annotations for new terms that have been compiled recently. Heimdall didn't read a few pages I feel dizzy.

"Can you understand what's written on it?" Heimdall spat and closed the document.

Draco rolled his eyes at him: "If I understand everything, Granger can be so arrogant?" Then he became more and more angry, almost gnashing his teeth, "I told her that my cousin must understand better than you, you know what she answered me Well, she said he didn't believe it! And that we're all pure-blood sensibility!"

"Actually, it's normal. She's a woman and I'm a man. I can only say that I specialize in art. I don't necessarily understand what she understands, and she doesn't necessarily know everything I understand."

The result was another roll of the eye from Draco.

Heimdall finds it quite troublesome, and it must be endless to explain it in this situation.

Fortunately, Draco complained and complained, but he didn't have the slightest interest in these things. The Malfoy family advocated pure blood. In the eyes of their wizards, Muggles are just Muggles no matter how good they are.

Just like Draco, he already had a firm belief at a young age that when he grows up, he wants to marry a wife of pure blood and well-matched family.

"I don't want to know anything else, you just need to tell me what a remote control car is." Master Malfoy has always been worried about this.

Heimdall considered his words for a long time, but Draco still didn't quite understand.Heimdall did not go wrong, and mentioned the Ford Anglia of the Weasley family as an example. Draco immediately frowned in disgust, and Heimdall laughed.

Maybe they made too much noise, and before they knew it, people around them stopped talking and started paying attention to their whispers.

"Actually, I also have a question, no, there is something I don't understand." Duncan added uncertainly, "Maybe it's an item, or maybe it's not." Mr. Orville's words were like tongue twisters.

"What?" Heimdall said.

"Do you know what a condom is?" Duncan asked blankly.

Heimdall found that he was not surprised at all, it was a question that Mr. Orville should ask, it was so fucking profound.

"A contraceptive tool." Heimdall said calmly.

Everyone's eyes suddenly became very strange, and Mr. Orville didn't notice it at all, and his expression remained unchanged.

"What kind? How to use?" Duncan continued to seek the truth.

"As the name suggests, it is a condom that can be used for contraception and to prevent sexually transmitted diseases," Heimdal paused. "Just put it on your dick."

Duncan was stunned, with an unbelievable expression on his face: "Isn't that very uncomfortable?"

Heimdall didn't know how to explain the comfort level issue, and he only had a rough idea, so it's no wonder that practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

"Muggles are really amazing." Finally, Mr. Orville sighed deeply.

Victor slid his fingers on the back of Heimdall's neck, and said lightly, "How do you know?"

Heimdall replied without thinking: "This is sexual knowledge, which should be mastered. The diseases in the Muggle world are terrible."

A smile appeared in Mr. Kroom's eyes.

***

When Heimdall opened his eyes the next day, it was still pitch black outside. He took out his pocket watch from under his pillow, and the two slender hands slowly lit up in the darkness, shining with a faint red light. Allows people to clearly see the direction of the pointer.

Heimdall closed the lid, clutched the pocket watch in his hand, closed his eyes and lay down for a while, 2 minutes later he sat up and rustled his clothes.

After washing up, he walked out of the bathroom. There was still no movement on Leon's side. Seeing this, Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief. He picked up the fur-trimmed cloak and put it on, but changed his mind temporarily when he wanted to go downstairs.

Turn around and go into the bathroom and call out the house-elf.

After a while, a white falcon flew out of room 017, and the house elf immediately closed the window, and the whole process was silent.

Heimdall flew in the sky for a while, and the flight route was around Durmstrang Castle. He also circled the Quidditch field for a while, imagining if he was a player...

Because I am a novice on the road, I dare not fly too far or too high.

At dawn, the Durmstrang Mountains are completely silent, and there are occasional muffled thunders coming from the valleys where the clouds and mists linger. The vast dawn, the vast sky, and the vast earth are whistling and soaring in the bitter wind. Heimdall felt an unprecedented joy.

He flew over the castle spire, circling in the air, and paused slightly before passing by the window of Victor's bedroom, only to find that the curtains were half drawn, the lights inside were brightly lit, and people walked by from time to time.

Heimdall found Victor putting on his shoes on a chair facing the window, his mouth slightly opened and closed, as if he was talking to Bernick.When he put on his shoes and raised his head, the corner of his eyes glanced at the window, and the gaze he cast on Bernick quickly turned away, looking out of the window in surprise.

Heimdall was flapping his wings outside the window. As soon as Victor got up, Heimdall flapped his wings and flew away. He just came to see and didn't want to disturb the school team's morning preparations.

Heimdall finally stopped on the shore of Pine Lake, on the back of the dark green bench.

Looking at the world with the eyes of a bird, everything became so novel. Heimdall squatted on the back and silently recalled the incisive and incisive pleasure when he was flying in the sky just now, and his mood became more and more excited.

A sudden needle-like discomfort came from his back, Heimdall was stunned for a moment, and when he turned his head belatedly, he saw a bloody mouth leaping up and approaching him...

Heimdall rolled over from the backrest and turned over on the snow. Of course, the bloody master would not let him go so easily. Unprepared, Sensen's sharp teeth bit him for the second time.

The teeth penetrated the tip of the wing, and a few feathers fell out during the struggle.

The owner of the bloody mouth was very angry and felt that his self-esteem had been hurt. He pounced twice and failed. When it came over for the third time, Heimdall changed back, and the bloody mouth didn't stop the car. Bite his palm.

The ferocious beast pressing on him suddenly became quiet, one man and one beast looked at each other, facing each other, the human eyes were full of helplessness, and the beast eyes were full of bewilderment.

Not far away, Professor Katenin rushed over while yelling "Ah, ah, ah".

Heimdall moved his arm, and the sharp teeth that dug into the flesh immediately overflowed with blood.

"I know you don't spare even birds, but we haven't seen them before." Heimdall looked at it dumbfounded.

It is Professor Katenen's pet arctic wolf moor.

The ferocity and wildness had faded from his eyes, and the wilderness slowly opened his mouth. After the sharp teeth were completely separated from Heimdall's skin, the bleeding became more intense.

Professor Katenen had already rushed to the front, picked up Heimdall and ran to the school hospital without saying a word, yes, it was carried.

Heimdall, who had experienced a bloody disaster early in the morning, was still being carried on his shoulders like a sack, and the head that was singing empty plans in his stomach rushed down, moaning pale: "I want to vomit..."